Terrible desperate, such a monstrous day thrown into the shade of lonesome nights. Alas . How many more such, my darling far from me fights, that many, here, his stillborn child sights.

I`m tired. I`m sick.
I cannot get any sleep.
I`m tired. I`m sick.
And i have nothing to eat.
I`m tired. I`m sick.
With hearing children weep.
I`m tired. I`m weak
At seing mothers sip
Their child`s coffin deep.
I`m tired. I`m sick.
I can no longer weep
Let me, dear mother, slip
Lullaby`s bleak.